MidReal Story

My Bestie and My Girlfriend

Nok Pok

Scenario:Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair. She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout. “This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin. "Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.

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Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair. She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout. “This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin. "Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.

Ethan Blake

betrayed boyfriend,friends with Jake and dating Belle,short brown hair,green eyes,protective and suspicious

Belle Simmons

central figure in the situation,dating Ethan and friends with Jake,long blonde hair,blue eyes,secretive and apologetic

Jake Rivers

barber and friend to both Ethan and Belle,short black hair,hazel eyes,charismatic and mischievous

I walked into my best friend Jake’s barbershop, looking for my girlfriend Belle.

She had left for her weekly pampering session over an hour ago, but she wasn’t back yet.

I called and texted her, but she wasn’t answering.

I was starting to get worried that something had happened to her, so I came here to look for her.

"Hey, man," Jake said as I walked in.

He was cutting a guy’s hair, his scissors going snip, snip, snip.

"Where’s Belle?"

I asked him.

Looking around the shop, I didn’t see her anywhere.

"She’s in the back," he said, jerking his head toward the back room.

"What’s she doing back there?"

I asked, confusion crossing my features.

Jake just winked at me.

"Go find out."

My confusion deepened, but I did as he suggested.

I pushed through the curtain separating the back room from the rest of the shop.

Belle was sitting on the massage table, a towel wrapped around her body.